The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 195 These days, a tank falling down can even kill a lieutenant general!

Saint Sophia's eyes narrowed, and an astonishing sense of oppression erupted from her aged body.

Without a doubt, this is a trap!

But she never expected that the trick that led her into the trap would be so simple, completely different from the complicated operations she had imagined.

"...I see, I overlooked this possibility..."

Saint Sophia silently repented, realizing she had been too arrogant.

Yes, who says that a monk can't serve as a high-ranking military officer? There's never been such a claim!

Although the vast majority of mages in the Black Hawk Empire do not hold military ranks, this is because these academic mages, who come from magic academies, are not part of the military.

They do not accept the unified command of the army, but are led by their respective magic guilds. These magic guilds, in turn, accept assignments from the central government to carry out missions in different fields or even on the battlefield.

In a sense, these mages do not need to be loyal to any general; they only need to be loyal to one person—the emperor of the empire. It is enough to be loyal to this one person.

However, besides the abundance of academic mages in the Black Hawk Empire, they also naturally have traditional mages.

Take this lieutenant general for example. He is a traditional mage who came from the traditional mage training system and stood out from it.

As a traditional mage, his magical learning never came from the academy, so naturally he didn't need to obey the academy's arrangements or be forced to do certain jobs after graduation.

However, he himself was extremely enthusiastic about joining the army. In addition, his lineage of mages had made great contributions to the empire during the unification war, so he was also a veteran military noble force in the empire.

In this context, he studied magic while graduating from the military academy and officially joined the army, where he also made a series of military achievements.

After being withdrawn from the western front, he was awarded the rank of lieutenant general for his military achievements and promoted to army group commander, where he joined his current unit.

"Hehehe, I knew it! Sure enough! You used some kind of divine revelation to learn about some of our military operations in advance!"

"During the week-long war, we noticed something was amiss. In many raids, you seemed to have precognition, able to anticipate our actions and take countermeasures accordingly."

"At that time, the secret police and the Imperial Guards unanimously believed that there was a traitor among the high command of the army, just like two years ago. But His Majesty the Emperor gave instructions that it was more likely some kind of supernatural force!"

"So I thought of my identity and used it to set a trap, hoping you would fall for it! I never expected that you would actually walk right into the trap!"

As he said this, the lieutenant general looked at Saint Sophia's increasingly grim face and gave a victorious smile.

"I don't understand. You're already so old. Why do you still want to go to the front lines to fight?"

"Can't you just stay in the cathedral, enjoy your offerings, and be revered by thousands as a living saint?"

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Sofia's eyes.

"Ha! If your Black Hawk Empire could act like a human being, I wouldn't have to come to the front lines at my advanced age!"

"I have experienced too many wars in my life, and I am already tired of war, but your brutality has forced me to return to the battlefield!"

As Saint Sophia finished speaking, the surrounding air grew colder and colder, but the general simply waved his staff, and the air instantly warmed up again.

"Brutal? Hahaha, it's just a necessary means!"

"When we kill in war, we are called cruel, but your Tsar levies exorbitant taxes, causing millions to die of famine. Isn't that cruel too?"

General Black Hawk laughed maniacally as he accused:

Ultimately, we are all the same kind of people. The gates to hell have already been opened, and no one can stop the predetermined fate!

"What the Empire is doing now is merely the necessary evil to end all wars. When peace comes forever, history will prove who was right!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the general slammed his staff heavily on the ground, and two enormous hands of earth swatted at Saint Sophia, who was standing in the middle, as if swatting flies.

Not just this patch of soil, but the surrounding soil seemed to come alive. A vast amount of magic flowed out from under the feet of each mage, seeping into the surrounding soil, and then, under the general's guidance, it was all mobilized.

The once solid ground seemed to have turned into mud at this moment, and Sophia, even with her tiny body, was nothing more than an insignificant fly in the mud.

Seeing this, how could Saint Sophia not know that the Black Hawk officer in front of her had actually been using the conversation to stall for time?

But it doesn't matter, didn't she also stall for time?

Before the earthen hand could close completely, ice from who-knows-where froze the earth, turning it into a large sculpture of earth mixed with ice crystals.

It wasn't just the mud; many of the mages standing opposite suddenly clutched their chests, their faces showing pain.

Immediately afterwards, ice spikes suddenly emerged from their chests, extending into their chests and piercing through their bodies.

Seeing this brutal scene before him, the mage general, who was still standing there as if nothing had happened, couldn't help but show a cautious expression on his face.

"Damn it, this living saint is really abnormal. He can achieve this level purely through divine blessings and his sacred remains?"

The general suddenly felt his magic was no longer impressive, considering how many years it had taken him, a so-called genius mage, to reach his current level of mastery.

Even though he spent so many years improving his magic to a level that was among the best in the empire, in the end he still couldn't catch up with the freakish power of the living saint!
"Surrender! You have nowhere to run. Do you really think you have a chance to escape from me now?"

With a casual gesture, Saint Sophia froze the blood and moisture inside these mages into ice crystals, killing them instantly. Saint Sophia remained calm and composed, showing no sign of wavering despite her advanced age.

But she knew very well that she had given it her all to unleash such an attack.

To kill a creature by penetrating its body with magic is far more difficult than to make magic appear outside the body; even the divine magic used by living saints is no exception.

No one has figured out exactly why this is. Some speculate that the electromagnetic fields within a living organism may disrupt the effects of these magical forces, while others speculate that it may be a suppressive effect resulting from some kind of self-protection of the soul.

There is currently no way to confirm either of these conjectures.

Research on bioelectromagnetic fields has stalled, with no country achieving significant progress in this area.

As for the soul?
There are indeed many explanations for this in the occult, but if we use science to explain it, people still can't prove the existence of the soul!

The reason why Saint Sophia was able to do such an incredible thing was simply because she was strong enough to make bricks fly, plus the time she had bought beforehand.

But for example, she had no way to deal with this mage general in front of her, whose strength was greater than that of the mages around her. It was impossible for her to kill this person in the same way that she killed other mages.

But it doesn't matter, this guy has no helpers left.

Without any help, Saint Sophia absolutely refused to believe that this person could defeat her, a living saint, in a one-on-one duel!

The Living Saint has always been known as invincible in one-on-one combat!
Looking at the imposing living saint, General Black Hawk gave a bitter smile.

"Haha, this is actually a bit awkward!"

Although he was forcing a smile, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

A stone cone, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, silently extended behind Saint Sophia, about to pierce her.

Unfortunately, Sophia had already seen through his little tricks. The living saint didn't even have to make a move before the stone cone was deflected by an ice shield.

"Lieutenant General Fikryn, my patience has its limits. If you surrender now, you can at least retain some basic dignity. But if I cripple you and take you back, you'll lose all face!"

"Sage, do you really think you've got me cornered? You'd better take a look around!"

Lieutenant General Fiklein looked at the living saint before him with icy eyes, a hint of madness flashing in them.

Hearing this, Sophia glanced to the side out of the corner of her eye, and then suddenly noticed:
Unbeknownst to them, the corpses of the dead battle mages around them had become severely decomposed, looking as if they had been rotting for several years, almost unrecognizable.

She had simply frozen the other person's blood before stabbing them; it shouldn't have caused such a lethal effect!
"Wait, you're not the earth mage mentioned in the intelligence report, you're an abyss mage!"

At that moment, Saint Sophia suddenly realized something: the guy in front of her had just launched a sacrifice!
"Hehehe, no one has ever stipulated that you can only learn one type of magic. That's why I look down on those academic mages!"

"Just now I sacrificed the souls of 28 mages to the abyss. Now, this place has been completely transformed into the law of the chaotic abyss. From now on, neither your divine magic nor my spells can be used!"

"So, you don't actually think you can beat me in hand-to-hand combat, do you? Even if you're a living saint, at this moment you're just an ordinary old man!"

When Saint Sophia saw that the man in front of her had drawn a military knife and pointed it at her, she was completely stunned.

She tried to activate her abilities, but she suddenly realized that she could no longer resonate with the temperature around her at this moment!

The holy remains transplanted into her body were as if they were completely dead, with no connection whatsoever. Usually, this would happen only if all the surrounding churches were destroyed.

Realizing this, her face instantly turned extremely ugly, and she regretted being too arrogant.

If she had known she would encounter something like this, she would have carried a gun with her at all times. Who would have thought that one day she, a living saint, would have to fight hand-to-hand with the opposing officer to achieve victory!

She gripped the scepter in her hand, trying to use it as a weapon, but the heavy scepter was only suitable as a ritual implement and had no way of being used as a weapon.

Let alone her, even a strong young man wouldn't be able to wield this thing so skillfully!

Just when Saint Sophia thought she was going to die here today, she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some strange noise coming from above her head.

Immediately afterwards, a huge iron lump, appearing out of nowhere, fell from the sky and crashed heavily in front of her like a meteor.

With a loud bang, it was unclear where the metal lump had fallen from, but after such an impact, it bounced several times on the ground before finally settling down.

Even so, the tank showed no signs of detonation, nor was it smashed into a pancake; it was incredibly resilient!

"Holy crap, how the hell do you fly a bomber? You've left me stranded!"

Inside the tank, after experiencing a rapid descent, the player felt as if they had been thrown around in a daze.

Although the fall did not harm him or the tank, the amazing physics modeling meant they would not suffer any damage from the fall.

However, the actual physical experience made him feel like vomiting. The feeling of rapid descent was so uncomfortable, it was just like riding a drop tower!
"What do you mean there's something wrong with how I'm flying the bomber? It's clearly you driving a tank around on it!"

"Theoretically speaking, as long as you keep your tank stationary, I can perform the Sidewinder maneuver in the air and still not shake you off!"

The bomber pilot said, "I'm not taking the blame for this nonsense!"
It's all his fault. It was clearly his incompetent teammate who drove the tank into the air and kept moving around, causing the tank to be thrown off before he could even drop the bomb.

"Wait a minute, how did I just get a kill record? Holy crap!"

The player driving the tank on the ground was busy exchanging fire with the bombers in the sky when he was suddenly stunned by his latest kill record!

It was utterly baffling. He couldn't understand what had happened. His tank had fallen and not only killed one person, but also a lieutenant general from the Black Hawk Empire!

This is absolutely infuriating! When did lieutenant generals in the Black Hawk Empire become so worthless?
He was momentarily stunned, unable to comprehend what incredible luck he had struck—that a random tank falling down could kill a lieutenant general.
Even the bomber player was confused, not knowing how the system judged it. He seemed to have gotten an assist and also received a large amount of merit!
"Quickly, quick, drive the tank away and check if it has run over anything underneath!"

"I strongly suspect that your tank landed right on top of that lieutenant general's head. That lieutenant general certainly died a very unfortunate death..."

At this point, the bomber enthusiast couldn't help but laugh.

There was nothing he could do; he simply couldn't believe that a general could die in such an outrageous way these days!
Good heavens, in the end, a general was actually crushed to death by a tank. That's just unbelievable.

Being blasted to death by a tank is possible, being crushed to death by a tank is not impossible, but being crushed to death by a tank falling from the sky and turning into a meat patty on your butt is quite bizarre.

Because of the immense impact of the tank falling to the ground, Saint Sophia, who had lost all her supernatural powers and looked no different from an old lady, almost fainted on the spot.

It was only then that the living saint of the empire realized what was happening.

Looking at the tank in front of her, even she, a well-traveled and knowledgeable person, couldn't help but show a look of shock.

The sudden appearance of a strange-looking tank is not unusual. It is not surprising to see any weapons or equipment on the battlefield, since new weapons and equipment are constantly being developed on the battlefield.

But this tank fell from the sky, which is very strange, especially since the thing that fell actually crushed and killed a lieutenant general who was about to kill her!
Thinking of this, Sophia couldn't help but pray to the cold-blooded lady. She seriously suspected that this was not the will of the gods, but that the cold-blooded lady did not want her to die, so she saved her life!
"Hey, wait a minute, look at the person in front of me, isn't that the living saint?"

"How did this living saint end up in such a sorry state, covered in mud?"

Just then, the player in the tank suddenly noticed the Saint Sophia in front of him, took a screenshot with a look of surprise, and then asked others in the chat area.

There was nothing that could be done; the little old lady in front of me looked so different from how she looked before.

Although the little old lady did look old, she was spotless and wore a gorgeous blue and white cotton-padded jacket adorned with various gemstone decorations.

But now, the old woman looks like she just crawled into the mud and climbed out again, her whole body covered in mud.

If it weren't for the fact that her large sled looked so striking, players might not have recognized this living saint at first glance.

"Hey! Hello, are you Saint Sophia? Do you need any help?"

Thinking of this, the player climbed out of the tank and shouted at the NPC in front of him.

A unit like a living saint should trigger some kind of special mission, right?

If he discovers another hidden side quest in the game, wouldn't he have hit the jackpot?

Hearing the player's shout, Sophia, who was gradually coming to her senses, glanced at the tank and then at the player's military uniform, and a smile immediately appeared on her face.

Regardless of how this person appeared here, or how he managed to make the armored vehicle fall from the sky.

All she knew was that this person's appearance before her at this moment was like sending charcoal in snowy weather.

"Thank you, brave soldier, I really need your help!"

"I have just fallen into an enemy trap and have lost my divine powers. Please take me away from here. I will explain this mission to your commander afterward!"

As she spoke, Sofia tossed her sled aside and then walked unsteadily toward the tank in front of her.

If she still had her strength, driving the sled to leave this place would definitely be the quickest way, but now she can't conjure ice and snow, nor can she control the storm, so how can she get away in this thing?
It would be better to run by vehicle, even though the iron coffin in front of her didn't look like it could run fast, it was still faster than her old arms and legs. Reaching the tank, Saint Sophia's face showed a hint of difficulty—she seemed unable to climb onto this steel behemoth!

Seeing this, the player was quick-witted and immediately reached out a hand to pull the old lady up. Then, a crisp cracking sound was heard—the old lady's wrist was dislocated.

"Uh, sorry, um... I'll get a medic to treat you when we get back!"

Seeing the old lady's contorted expression and her constant gasping for breath, the player felt slightly embarrassed.

I never expected the NPCs in this game to be so realistic. This is really an old lady; you could dislocate her shoulder with just a little pull!
Although Sophia was in a lot of pain, she wouldn't think of extorting money from the player in front of her at a time like this.

Putting aside the fact that the Cambrian Empire doesn't have a tradition of extortion, the perilous situation on the battlefield left her no time to worry about such things.

"Get out of here quickly. I have a bad feeling. As long as we can get out of here, we'll be safe once I regain my divine power..."

As Saint Sophia spoke, she looked at the steel structure before her with some curiosity, while finding the pungent smell inside unpleasant.

But before she could finish speaking, a huge whooshing sound suddenly came.

Upon hearing such a whistling sound, both the player and the saint's expressions changed simultaneously.

They could all tell that enemy shells were about to fall.

Without a second thought, the player quickly drove the tank away, preparing to speed off into the distance, but just then, a barrage of shells rained down from the sky.

Hundreds of cannons were firing at this direction with all their might. The soldiers looked serious, and the artillery officers stared intently at the scene in the distance through their binoculars.

He didn't know the exact situation of the battle over there, but Lieutenant General Fikryn had given them instructions beforehand:

If he and his men had not retreated within an hour, he should ignore everything else and focus all his energy on firing at this coordinate, blasting as many shells as possible!

Lieutenant General Fikryn was not confident that he could hunt down a living saint during the operation, so he was prepared to sacrifice himself. If things went wrong, he would do his best to restrain the living saint and then have the artillery bombard them both to death.

Before heavy artillery, all beings are equal. Even a living saint cannot withstand the continuous barrage of artillery fire. The few living saints they had hunted down before were all killed by the heavy artillery barrage.

Under such artillery fire, even the player's tank had no chance of survival. After being hit by multiple shells, the tank also came to the end of its life.

With a deafening roar, the Saint Samon tank exploded on the spot, blasting the players inside and the powerless Saint Samon into ashes.

The player had an incredulous look on his face as he selected a respawn point to prepare for resurrection.

"Holy crap! Are you kidding me? This living saint's life has come to an end so quickly. I thought there would be some side story!"

At the same time, as the living saint fell, a peculiar bell in the cathedral in the Confucian city suddenly began to ring on its own.

Upon hearing this sound, all the monks in the church wore expressions of grief, for they knew that yet another saint had fallen.

This is the battlefield, where anyone can suddenly die at any moment, whether a soldier, an officer, or even a seemingly invincible saint.

If this were a typical game, an important side story might actually unfold around this living saint, triggering a series of events, since he seems like a boss.

Unfortunately, in a real battlefield, even bosses can suddenly fall.

Andrei was unaware that the Living Saint was dead; he only knew that his players were becoming increasingly scattered.

Some players were controlling the air force and busy boarding the enemy, while others ran into Mikhailov's cavalry and joined them in their tanks.

But at that moment, the position he and the Independent Regiment were responsible for defending was attacked by the enemy.

Shell after shell landed on Andrei's position, with huge explosions occurring one after another. Every now and then, unlucky soldiers would be blown into the air by the shells, ending up in pieces.

Although the speed at which Andrei and his troops dug fortifications was already unbelievable, after all, players have completely unscientific digging abilities.

However, without sufficient resources to construct semi-permanent and permanent fortifications, these ordinary trenches are extremely vulnerable to artillery shells.

Even with extra reinforcements to the anti-artillery holes, it was useless.

If it is not directly hit, the bunker is naturally safe, but if it is hit directly by a heavy artillery shell, a simple bunker like this will collapse instantly.

The soldiers hiding in the position trembled with fear, praying that the shells would not fall on them.

At times like these, there's nothing they can do but pray.

However, Andrei did not sit idly by. While hiding in a sturdy bridgehead used as a command post, he was writing new missions for the players as quickly as possible, ordering the air force to scout out the enemy's artillery positions.

They had an artillery division ready behind them, and although this division had suffered considerable losses in previous battles, the number of artillery pieces remaining was still astonishing.

Once the exact location of the enemy's artillery positions is obtained, the artillery division can launch a counterattack instantly and annihilate the enemy's artillery.

Theoretically speaking, if two armies engage in an artillery battle and the exact coordinates of one army's artillery position are exposed, then that artillery unit is basically doomed.

Some small artillery pieces were fine, but the large-caliber howitzers used for fire support could not be withdrawn from the position in a short time, let alone the mountains of shells.

At times like these, all they can do is try their best to carry out the insignificant evacuation work and pray for the best.

Upon receiving Andrei's order, players in fighter jets immediately patrolled the direction from which the artillery fire was coming and tried their best to find the enemy.

Not long after, he discovered an artillery position set up behind a reverse slope, and then took a picture of the location and posted it in the chat area.

By comparing the surrounding buildings, Andrei quickly located the artillery position on the map.

While he checked whether the player had completed the task and allowed the player to claim the reward in the system, he also instructed Boris, the veteran standing next to him, to quickly send the coordinates to the artillery position behind them.

"Quick! Boris, I know where the enemy artillery positions are! They're right here, in this circle on the map!"

After receiving the map, Boris glanced at the circle drawn on it and stared at Andrei with a slightly puzzled look.

How could he not know that Andrei had such an ability, able to calculate the location of the enemy's artillery positions just by looking at the direction from which the shells were coming?
However, the most important advantage of the experienced Boris is that he knows that a soldier's duty is to obey orders.

On the battlefield, there's no time to argue with your superiors.
Even if the orders given by the superior seem outrageous, it is the superior's own business. If problems arise later, the responsibility will fall on the superior's shoulders.

He was just a messenger; he did whatever his superior told him to do.

So despite his many doubts, he ran out as fast as he could, braving heavy artillery fire in the trenches and desperately trying to get back.

Boris knew that he would be safe once he reached the bridge behind him.

The enemy army never gave up the idea of ​​forcing their way across the bridge and launching an attack, so their artillery could not possibly bombard the bridge under any circumstances.

As he ran, he suddenly noticed a soldier leading a horse over from somewhere, but before he could climb onto it...

He rushed over as fast as he could, shoved the soldier aside, snatched the horse from his grasp, and shouted without any politeness:

"Thanks, brother! Your horse is really great!"

The player, who had just emerged from the warehouse at the back, which had been used as an exchange point, looked on in bewilderment as the NPC snatched the horse he had just exchanged, his head filled with question marks.

"Wang Defa, is there no justice left? You can even rob NPCs in this game!"

"Damn it! Pay up for my horse! Does the commander's personal guard think he can be this arrogant?"

Just then, the player suddenly received a strange notification:

[Thank you for assisting the soldiers in sending the coordinates of the enemy artillery position to our artillery position. You are hereby awarded a reward: a 3-hour free warhorse usage voucher!]

Upon seeing the reward, the player's expression immediately improved, but he still couldn't help but curse at the guy who ran away.

Andrei, meanwhile, silently wiped the glistening tears from his forehead, inwardly feeling a pang of worry for Boris's actions.

Good grief, you old codger are really brave, daring to steal from other players?
Andrei usually doesn't dare to offend these players too much, for fear that they might suddenly have a brain fart and cause some big news.

Even with a series of restrictions, Andrei still wasn't entirely at ease with the players, because he knew that if players really wanted to try killing their teammates or pull off some other crazy moves, they would always find a way.

If you really get targeted by players, what if some guy, just to save face, is willing to risk getting his account banned to shoot and kill someone?

Honestly, Andrei has no doubt that Boris will be shot in the back on the battlefield in the future!
So he quickly issued a reward to appease the player whose horse had been stolen, and also decided to keep Boris away from that player for the time being.

If you really offend the players, be careful of their petty grudges!

After all, it's manageable in reality, but we've already entered the cyber world and we still have to be tolerant at every turn. Isn't that frustrating?

Upon receiving the map marked with the coordinates of the enemy's artillery positions, the artillery division commander in the rear wore a surprised expression.

He never expected that the frontline troops would be so effective; the enemy's artillery positions had been located shortly after the shelling began.

As for how the people in front of him found it, he didn't think much about it.

Since we already have the coordinates, let's just bombard them according to the coordinates!

At the division commander's command, one 152mm howitzer after another began to bombard the enemy artillery in the distance.

Shells flew in parabolic arcs, like a meteor shower, and fell on the enemy's artillery positions.

The sudden barrage of shells from the sky threw the Black Hawk soldiers into a state of panic.

No matter how well-trained they were, their artillerymen couldn't possibly remain so calm after enemy 152mm howitzers were blasting them overhead.

"What's going on? Why are their artillerymen firing so quickly?"

As the artillery officer retreated, he couldn't help but shout at the soldiers beside him.

"Sir, it might be that strange aircraft that just came by. It probably has radio communication on it!"

Upon hearing the soldier's words, the artillery officer couldn't help but burst out laughing:

"Are you kidding me? Does the Cambrian Empire's military industry and armaments operate on a scale measured in days?"

"They didn't equip their armored vehicles with radios before, and only large airships in the air force had radios. It was so rare for us to capture more than a few radios after a battle. How come now every little thing has a radio?"

But he felt that no matter how unscientific it was, it was useless, since the shells had already hit him on the head.

This round of shelling has caused heavy casualties to their artillery positions, especially the loss of heavy artillery, which is truly heartbreaking!

Of course, the Black Hawk Empire's artillery regulations have always required them to evacuate their personnel before considering the issue of artillery when they are attacked.

Given the Black Hawk Empire's production capacity, they could replenish their artillery, but experienced artillerymen were extremely valuable and couldn't be replenished in a short time.

"And what is our air force doing? Why aren't they shooting down the enemy's artillery?"

Having finally reached a relatively safe place, the officer looked at the artillery position being bombarded by random shelling, his face showing an expression of heartache that looked like he was about to cry.

He now even resents the Air Force, which has done little, feeling that the Air Force has seriously failed in its duties!
After fighting for so long, their air force not only failed to pinpoint the enemy's artillery positions, but also failed to properly defend their own airspace.

I wonder what exactly the Air Force has been bombing all this time.
The enemy artillery that should have been destroyed was never destroyed, resulting in heavy casualties for their artillery!
He wasn't the only one; many artillerymen were filled with resentment towards the air force at that moment, feeling that the air force guys were really incompetent.

What they didn't know was that the Black Hawk air force, which was being entangled by the player's air force, was also in a very difficult situation.

In a barrage of attacks, the large airship that had been captured by the players was finally destroyed, crashing into the Black Hawk position like a giant fireball, causing widespread damage.

However, in order to destroy the airship that the player had captured, they also lost an additional large airship and several medium-sized airships.

After this round of chaotic fighting, their air force no longer had much capacity to continue fighting, and they even had to guard against enemy pursuit.

If it weren't for the anti-aircraft gun positions on their ground providing considerable cover from the sky, they would probably have suffered even more severe damage in the face of the players' constant surprise attacks.

Some players saw the enemy air force retreating and couldn't help but want to chase after them, but at that moment, they suddenly received a brand new mission.

"Oh no! Our base is under attack!"

"Hey, our young rookie commander has gotten beaten up again. Hurry up, let's go back and take care of the troops that are attacking our hometown first!"

Upon seeing this task, some players couldn't help but complain.

I don't know what's going on with their independent regiment, it seems they're always being attacked by the enemy.

If it weren't for these players saving the day, they seriously doubted that the independent regiment would have been wiped out long ago!
Meanwhile, following the previous round of shelling, Andrei's position was subjected to a new attack from the enemy.

As he watched the massive horde of skeletons charging toward his position, Andrei felt completely numb. He hadn't expected the enemy to use an undead offensive again!
"Damn, are they addicted to using undead?"

Looking at the skeletons in front of him, Andrei felt quite uneasy, because he knew exactly how these skeletons were made.

If this were a game, these skeletons wouldn't cause him the slightest psychological distress, because they were merely low-level cannon fodder.

Skeleton soldiers are among the most common types of monsters in various games.

But when he witnessed firsthand how an entire village was slaughtered by the enemy, seeing the villagers' corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowing everywhere, he was deeply moved.

Then he saw the enemy use necromancer guns to shine on the villagers' corpses, turning them into walking corpses right before his eyes.

Just thinking about the scene makes him feel nauseous.

"Damn it, don't let the necromancer fall into my hands, or I'll make him taste what it's like to want to die but can't!"

(End of this chapter)